By: S. W. Clark
I liken my dreams to a filarial wonder
sucking life's hope, what gruesome plunder.
Revealing to me what I could be
but ending it with lonesome reality.
I liken my heart to a pitiless sore
wanting of love and feeling for more.
Trying to be carelessly free
but bound by a hateful society.
Iiken my faith to a heartfelt dream
a marvelous cross my guide it would seem.
The marvel, a wonder,
the cross, a sore
but alas Hell's shame if I pray not for.
I liken my life as a battle inside
living a dream in hearty stride
but faith, my Heaven, is driving away
this heart with it's dreams so God will stay.
Take me dear God,
let me lay
on your Throne by your heart
and in faith
dream away.
S. W. Clark
Daily Quote: "In the sweet territory of silence we touch the mystery. It’s the place of reflection and contemplation, and it’s the place where we can connect with the deep knowing, to the deep wisdom way."
-- Angeles Arrien
Linguist Corner-SPANISH: tapete/ noun /tablecloth; rug
-Tenemos un tapete de encaje precioso.
We have a beautiful lace tablecloth.
-sobre los tapete persas
on the Persian rugs
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By: Ian Thorpe
We shall meet in cool and torchlit courtyards,
the silent precincts of night's sweet embrace
and bathe there in gentle fountains where clear
sparkling waters cleanse past's tainted trace.
A couch waits, draped with fine silks and linens,
dates and almonds rest upon a silver tray.
Before us a feast of new beginnings,
each choice placed like a jewel in the display.
Scents of jasmine and musk intoxicate us,
the stars anoint the bed where we will lie.
Your eyes are like the gates of seven heavens,
four basilisks stand ready to defy
mortality - and all time's hungry hunters
who would pursue us to this den of peace;
bring their pious rules here to confront us
and spoil the pleasure we have in our feast.
Your body like a slice of moonlight
falls softly on this torn and battered frame,
opens to me, lets our beings unite
to best the gods at fate, their chosen game.
The gentle night will hide and protect you
but when cruel dawn calls, bidding you depart
I will beg Cronos halt the sun and let you
forever be the houri of my heart.
Ian Thorpe
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Daily Quote:
For women the best aphrodisiacs are words. The G-spot is in the ears. He who looks for it below there is wasting his time.
~Isabel Allende
Linguist Corner-ITALIAN : ballare: to dance / verb.
-Example sentence: Tutti ballavano e battevano le mani a tempo di musica.
Translation: Everybody danced and clapped their hands to the music.
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By: Seema Chowdhury
Today I'm leaving behind
My footsteps in the snow
And lots of memories of life
That I'm making in high and low
Periods of my life and living
Venturing with some hope
Into the uncharted territory
Of unopened doors of hope
For the rope of life is hanging
very high in the turning zone
where I'm standing and watching
life flowing with a misty moan
and there I'm trying to reconnect
With the rhythm of my life
Where I'm bound to live
And joyfully here survive
And in these times of challenge
I search for strength and hope
That can take me to the door of faith
Where no one can enter and mope
So I can allow myself to smile
And give new birth to faith
where my soul can sing and dance
And take me to the gate
The gate of infinite possibilities
Where miracles happen everyday
And brighten the world of darkness
In magnificent and joyful ways
So I can leave behind
My footsteps in the snow
And lots of memories of life
That I'm making in life's flow.
Seema Chowdhury
Daily Quote:That you may retain your self-respect, it is better to displease the people by doing what you know is right, than to temporarily please them by doing what you know is wrong.
- William J. H. Boetcker
Linguist Corner-SPANISH: mundano / adjective / worldly
Mundano can refer to things which are of this world, and so worldly, rather than spiritual.
Example:
- los placeres mundanos
worldly pleasures
- la felicidad mundana y real
real happiness in this world
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By: Clinton S. Thomas
One year, two year, three year
they pass so quickly,
it seemed I was a child,
teenager,
young adult,
man,
all before I knew what happened.
I wanted to be adult
and now I reach for childhood
Elementary, Junior High, High School and
College
a twenty-year reunion
a glance at the past that’s gone.
Nothing changes, everything changes
my hair changing now
my body changing too
vitamins the doctors recommends now with test
Invasive, odd, strange and reserved test for other, older people.
I am those older people now
it has all changed
but I still remember cartoon vitamins
they tasted grape.
Clinton S. Thomas
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Daily Quote: You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
-Rabindranath Tagore
Linguist Corner-FRENCH: tranche / slice / noun
Example:
French: Elle a découpé la brioche en tranches fines.
English: She cut the cake into thin slices.
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By: A. Jarrell Hayes
I thought of you
And woke up early
In the morning, into
The darkness of pre-dawn.
No songbirds greeted me;
But the stars flickered
Lights upon your still
Sleeping face, a celestial
Chorus reverberating
Through the shadows.
My fingers danced in your
Hair, each of my fingertips
Finding an eternal partner
In combined strands of hair.
The dance continued until
You woke and caught
The movements of my fingers
Swaying to the sound of the sun.
A. Jarrell Hayes
From the collection To Woman, From Man available Winter '10/'11
Daily Quote:A woman asks little of love: only that she be able to feel like a heroine. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966
Linguist Corner-SPANISH: descanso, noun
- rest; time off
Example:
-períodos de descanso en un santuario francés
periods of rest in a French sanctuary
-para quienes quieran* disfrutar un buen descanso
for those of you who want to enjoy a good rest
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By: Pierce Hacking
Captive in a maze of his own making,
He thought the world was his for the taking.
A master of crafts, but marred by great pain.
All attempts to escape were made in vain.
Until he was inspired by the wings,
Wings of birds that he could fashion from strings.
He used feathers, strings and wax to fashion,
Unaware gods wouldn’t show compassion.
He and his son flew out of the great maze.
Where his son’s wings would melt in a great blaze.
Icarus flew high up into the sun.
His father was helpless to save his son.
The guilt of a death that should not have been,
Ate at the helpless father from within.
Pierce Hacking
Catharsis of Pierce
Daily Quote: He enjoys true leisure who has time to improve his soul's estate.
~Henry David Thoreau
Linguist Corner-Italian: appoggiare: to lean / verb.
Example:
Hanno appoggiato bene la scala al muro? Sembra così traballante!
Translation: Did they lean the ladder firmly against the wall? It looks so unstable!
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By: Robert Savino
daydreams of summer winds perish,
suffocated by a new dawn rising
and deceptive eyes on tomorrow's turnstile.
I sit on the low end of an idle seesaw,
in an open field of chance, searching
for a piece of yesterday in today.
spirits wander, but where do they go,
when eyes close to fading light.
beyond fields of stone,
beyond cloud walls of separation,
where the vacant eye is gatekeeper
of the little black book of poems,
empty pages of a virtual world,
where the fiery yolk circles
inside white days, before I become
white-collar choked into wakedness,
squandering confessional words.
I sit on the low end of an idle seesaw,
the future keeps getting closer,
ghost whispers fading.
Robert Savino
Daily Quote:Oh, the summer night
Has a smile of light
And she sits on a sapphire throne.
~Barry Cornwall
Linguist Corner-FRENCH: sourire / to smile / verb:
Example:
French: Je me sens pousser des ailes lorsqu'elle me sourit.
English: I feel myself growing wings when she smiles at me.
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By: Ronald P. Chavez
There will always be blackbirds of sorrow
That fly round our heads and all about
Determined to stir the torrents and torments of doubt
Let not the dark birds of misery
Nest in our hearts
For they will forever flutter and spite one’s life
And never wing away
In the end it is only what we truly know and think
Deep down and well grounded
In our own way will our own destiny hold sway
Seek song birds
Watch butterflies
Be alert to the will of the wind
And the wily play of shadows
Seek moments of silence
Dance with peacocks in brilliant colors
Be one with the sun
Stay in tune with the moon
Trust we must when
God’s peace shall descend to atone
For one’s unbelief and mistrust
How long must we search
How far should we look?
To land
In a garden of fragrant flowers
Ronald P. Chavez
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By: Krantol Northic
I found my shoebox
of letters and dreams
sent by a friend
or so it seems
two years worth
of letters from you
two years worth
so very few
each told a bit
of the story inside
which I knew was true
though fervently denied
the story about
a girl and her friend
who drifted apart
not by his hand
do you remember
that letter you wrote
2nd october
you wrote this note
what it said inside
meant alot to me
'friends forever'
I agreed
Krantol Northic
Poems of Krantol Northic
"You can always tell a real friend: when you've made a fool of yourself he doesn't feel you've done a permanent job."
~Laurence J. Peter
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By: Pierce Hacking
Angel of music, lift her spirits high.
Mastermind in the darkness of despair,
Use your genius to lift her to the sky.
Pitiful creature never taught to care.
Behind the mask you hide your troubled past,
Your shattered, pitiful, and fractured life.
You never truly thought your love could last.
The one you loved would never be your wife.
In your opera house that you ruled for years.
You’re left alone in your personal hell.
You’re left alone to cry your bloody tears.
A quick and quiet death would do you well.
The papers proclaim the death of Erik,
Could the Phantom die or was this a trick.
Pierce Hacking
Catharsis of Pierce
Daily Quote: Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.
- William Faulkner
Linguist Corner-ITALIAN: cominciare: to start verb.
Example sentence:
Il documentario comincia con una scena di un paesaggio di montagna.
Translation: The documentary starts with a scene of a mountain landscape.
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By: Courtney Griggs
I Just have this Overwhelming Feeling of Disgust…
Looking Around and Thinking… Who can I Trust???
In Who can I Confide???
How Many More Times Will I Swallow My Pride or Hide???
The Fact that Everything has Become So Old…
Done with…I’m Over It…and I’ve Become More Cold…
This is Not Because of One Certain Event…
I’m Just Tired of Coming Off as Too Benevolent…
Maybe I Really Am Too Nice…
And About My Actions I Often Think Twice…
When in Reality I Just Need to React….
And Stop Thinking So Much and Being Laid Back…
Honestly I’ve Realized that People Change…
And Obviously Only Memories Remain…
As the Past Fades Away…
I Focus and Try to Be a Better ME Today…
Courtney Griggs
Daily Quote:He who finds Fortune on his side should go briskly ahead, for she is wont to favor the bold.
~Baltasar Gracian
Linguist Corner-FRENCH: sieste (see est) noun, feminine
an afternoon nap, siesta
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